Hazy mist clung to the high branches of the Tree forming globes of moisture to drip down on top of meas I sheltered from the wind, also from my thoughtsI looked round about me and before I knew it was caughtby the beauty of my surroundings, a balm to my mindNature and it’s healing powers helped me to unwind.Gave me back my sense of being, my sense of soulshowing what was lacking in my life as a whole.All as I stood there beneath the Old Oak Tree, letting the misty moisture drip down on top of me.

I am a long lived treeand I know itI have grace of my ownand I show itI have limbs that stretchout wide and freeI share my shade.Do you notice me?I am a long lived treeand I know itI have beauty of my ownand I show itI have blossoms that fillmy limbs so freeI ask once againDo you notice me?